It’s called Five Minute Friday. Each week, we write freely on a one-word prompt. Then we link up at the amazing Kate Motaung’s site. It’s a flash mob of writers- having fun and sharing their take on one word. This week’s prompt is RISE.
When the morning alarm sounds, sometimes I think I’d seriously sell my soul to just stay under the covers.
Where it’s warm, dark, and quiet. Where I don’t have to face the demands of the day. Where I can block out the pressure, the stress. Where life can’t reach me and I can just be.
My eyes won’t open. My body can’t move. Every fiber in my being protests the harshing of my mellow.
I’m not getting up, I say.
I clutch my pillow in an effort to cling to the night a little longer.
Then, a beam of light starts to shift across the room and I hear stirring across the hall. She’s up early. I think to myself. And then I realize she’s probably nervous about that history test. I hope she remembers what she reviewed last night and I wonder if her favorite sweater is clean.
I feel my husband roll over and listen to his breathing for a while. Dear God, please bless his meeting today.
Ham and egg sandwich. That’s what I should make him for breakfast.
Something pulls my feet out from under the covers and I reach for my robe. Somehow, I rise to meet the day.
Every morning, it’s the same. If it were up to me, I’d sleep. But love shakes me awake and sounds its own alarm. Love calls me to action and into life.
And every morning tells the story of my soul. The darkness promised comfort and rest. The night offered more of what I already had. More of what I thought I wanted.
But love called me to open my eyes and live.
Love called me out of a dead sleep.
Love woke me…
…so others my know Him.
Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you. Ephesians 5:14
What will you do in the morning? When the light breaks and love sounds the alarm? Rise up, o you sleeper! Awake!